There's a Forever 21 knockoff at what looks to be the center of the mall, and it's a far enough distance away from the Cornucopia that Skye decides now is a good time to stop and change out of the stupid spangly leotard into something more comfortable.
She doesn't bother with a changing room, because cutting off her line of sight by locking herself in a tiny room is surefire stupidity; instead she ducks behind a rack and strips down to her underwear, grabs a pair of jeans that look like they'll fit, and pulls them on. There's a security tag on the waistband, but it presents her little trouble; she learned to get those off with minimal damage years ago. Next, she needs a shirt, and she stops to consider those for a moment before reaching for a tank top.
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She doesn't bother with a changing room, because cutting off her line of sight by locking herself in a tiny room is surefire stupidity; instead she ducks behind a rack and strips down to her underwear, grabs a pair of jeans that look like they'll fit, and pulls them on. There's a security tag on the waistband, but it presents her little trouble; she learned to get those off with minimal damage years ago. Next, she needs a shirt, and she stops to consider those for a moment before reaching for a tank top.